# He Became a Serial Killer to Outdo His Son
There is something sinister about the coastline of the British Isles, which stretches for some 7,000 miles. It is home to grand hotels and picturesque promenades. On the surface, there are bright lights and funfairs, sandy beaches, and beautiful sunsets.
But dig a little deeper in the sand, and you uncover an underworld of murder and mayhem.
In Coastal Killers, we take a journey to the cliff’s edge, where the land meets the sea and life meets death. A shoreline that is awash with tales of death and depravity. These are the chilling true stories of Britain’s worst coastal killers.
In today’s episode of Coastal Killers, we are on the east coast of Scotland to recount the spine-chilling demonstration of the old saying, like father, like son. It is the story of Dundee’s most infamous father-son pair, Robert and Sunny Mone, who between them savagely ended the lives of seven innocent people.
The Scottish coastline is famed for its beauty, but it is also the location for one of the darkest and most twisted series of murders in British criminal history. The story of Robert Mone and Sunny Mone is one of the most bizarre and bloody stories in British criminal history. It involved seven violent and brutal deaths over a period of 12 years, a school siege, the vicious sexual assault of three teenage girls, and finally an extraordinary case of one-upmanship murder by a father against his son.
They were never ever going to be nice people. They were never ever going to be good citizens. As father and son combinations go, these two simply knew no bounds.
Normally, it is the son who wants to emulate the father. This case shows that the father Sunny worshiped his son and for all the wrong reasons wanted to emulate his son and indeed exceed his son. It is so bloody.
It is so gore-splattered. And it is so baroque that it is like the script for the most violent Hollywood movie Quentin Tarantino never made.
Robert and Sunny were from Dundee in Scotland. Both actually were called Robert, but the father was known as Sunny. Dundee has always had the reputation of being a rough town, and Robert Mone’s upbringing was rough and unpleasant from the day he was born.
His mother walked out on the family very shortly after his birth. His father Sunny was violent and abusive and drunken. And Robert was sexually abused as a teenager by a neighbor.
It was a dysfunctional family that the younger Robert grew up in. Sunny was an incredibly violent man. He got what he wanted through use of his fists.
He was a very unpleasant father. You can imagine his children either cowering in fear when they knew their father was approaching or learning to match his behavior.
By the time he went to secondary school, he was, as one of the teachers said, virtually unteachable. Having him in the classroom was like having a live hand grenade waiting to go off. Mone Jr.
didn’t have perhaps the best start in life as far as his fathering was concerned, but it did not mitigate what he did. He began with minor assaults and various delinquent behaviors at school which led to him being expelled. This gave some kind of strange motivation for what happened later.
Robert was expelled from school and he then joined the army, which could have had a formative impact in terms of enabling him to channel any family disposition towards violence into a more positive light. Unfortunately, this isn’t what happened. He joined the Highland Regiment fairly squeaky clean.
It may have been some kind of attempt to straighten up his life. But he obviously would have suited his harsh upbringing because he would enter into a fairly strict world again.
He joins the army and is sent to Germany, and there he finds that he’s not popular with his fellow soldiers. They torment him. And at the point where the regiment is reassigned and is going to be sent to Libya, Robert Mone is told, “You’re not going.”
And the army sends him back to London.
Robert Mone has had enough. He is not about to endure retraining. He’s had enough of the humiliation, and he decides to go AWOL.
He buys a shotgun and he sets off back up to Dundee.
You get a sense with Robert that he’s a man struggling to find his identity. He doesn’t know quite who he is. So when he comes out of the army, he starts drinking heavily.
He’s taking drugs. There are signs of mental health issues at this time, but he’s also kind of fixated on the fact that he was in the army. This is still a vital part of how he sees himself.
And so he’s wearing army fatigues down the pub, trying to show off that, you know, I was a soldier, even though he isn’t anymore, even though his career was so short.
He checks into a local cheap hotel and embarks on drinking binges, often a bottle of vodka at breakfast time, and he spends the rest of his days wandering the streets or going to cafes and bars and cinemas just to ππΎππ time.
When things start to go wrong in your life, it can be very easy to try and find a source for those problems, and you can become fixated on an event and blame it for your subsequent failure. With Robert, you could argue that he had a genuine source of grievance, but that source of grievance should have been his father and the way that he was brought up. He didn’t have a good male role model, and this must have shaped him at a fairly young age.
However, I think Robert, instead of blaming his father, actually chooses to blame his schooling and the fact that he was expelled from his high school.
Robert Mone had been expelled from St. John’s School, and he decided it was payback time. His original plan was to murder his father, but in fact he decided St.
John’s would have to pay. And the price they paid was so ππ½πΈπΈππΎππ people still remember it to this very day.
Eventually, after a week of feeling very sorry for himself and getting very drunk, he sobers up enough to think, “I’ve got to go back to the army and face whatever punishment is coming my way.” It’s raining. It’s always raining in Dundee.
And he can’t get a taxi. And his mind begins to seethe, and he gets angrier and angrier. And then he spots across the road from the bar his secondary school, the school that had expelled him and for which he blamed much of his troubles.
He goes back to the cheap hotel. He puts on his army uniform, walks to the school, and bursts in carrying the loaded gun. He goes up to an attic annex on the top floor, and in there there is a young teacher, Nanette Hanson.
She’d only been in Scotland for six months. She’d come from Yorkshire, and she was a popular young teacher. She was teaching a needlework class, a class of 13 teenage girls.
The man bursts in with his gun, and one of the girls thinks it’s a joke, thinks it’s a prank and laughs, but that drives him insane. He had weapons. He had his presence as a soldier in a classroom full of girls of 14 and 15.
This was a dramatic moment, and he was there to wreak revenge.
I can remember the afternoon of Wednesday the 1st of November 1967. I came out of the sheriff court, popped my head around the door of the fire brigade control room. And as all local journalists do, “Hi guys.
Anything doing?” The watch commander looked at me, shook his head, blew through his lips, and made the sign of “You want to get writing about this?” Because the girls were taking a message from the police.
The control officer wrote down on it, man with gun holding up class of girls.
From time to time we could hear the blast of a shotgun from the school, and I was nipping along to the phone box to phone in reports. But we worked out that seven or eight shots were in fact fired. Glass was shattered, but of course we didn’t really know outside what was happening.
He barricaded them into the room. He raped one schoolgirl. He sexually assaulted another one.
He even almost played Russian roulette with a girl by putting a gun to her head and pulling the trigger. And luckily for her, it didn’t go off and she survived. This ordeal for all of them, witnessing attacks on the other children, took place over an hour and a half.
The teacher present, Nanette, who was only 26 years old and six months pregnant, had to witness this whilst apparently she stayed very, very calm and was trying to reason with Robert that he should let the girls go and keep her as the sole hostage.
The police try to negotiate, and they persuade Mone to let the children go. Those girls ran out of the classroom and to safety. And he orders Nanette to close the curtains because he’s afraid the police snipers were shooting through the window.
And he was right to be afraid. There were police snipers, and they did have a bead on him. And one of the officers said later that he could have shot Mone.
He could have taken a killing shot but was ordered not to.
As Nanette goes to close the curtains, Mone shoots her in the back.
Late in the afternoon came a dull wump which sticks with me to this day. I can hear it in my worst dreams sometimes. It’s really indescribable when you know what had happened.
All that teacher had done was for two hours had tried very hard gently to persuade him. And in a sense, that is why he killed her, because he felt, hey, you know, I’m losing control here. She’s beginning to be far too nice to me.
You know, I came here with a mission.
He does something utterly unexpected. He sits down on the desk, quite calm, and waits for the police to come and get him. And when they come in and he allows them in, he’s calm.
He’s not remorseful, but he allows himself to be arrested.
You can see in that 1967 photograph three men, I’m the one on the right standing at the gate as the ambulance leaves. And you’re kind of hoping that even then somebody who’s been shot might survive. But of course, very quickly thereafter, it was announced that the very brave Nanette Hanson had paid the ultimate price for protecting her pupils.
Nanette died in hospital a little later, with her husband by her side. She was pregnant when Mone shot her.
With Robert Mone behind bars, one might assume that was the end of the story. But in reality, it was just the beginning of what would go down in history as one of the bloodiest crime waves to hit the Scottish shoreline.
In Dundee, Robert Mone has been arrested for the murder of a pregnant school teacher, Nanette Hanson. It was a cowardly and utterly pointless attack. There was no reason to ππΎππ the young teacher.
She was reassuring him. She was being very calm towards him. She was showing him a different side to school to the one that he or that he claimed he’d experienced.
Forensic psychologist Dr. Julian Boon believes the school itself might have been the catalyst for the horrific murder. Robert Jr.
immediately comes to me as somebody who’s a very angry man, and I note that he was diagnosed with schizophrenia, but we are in more sophisticated times in terms of psychology and psychiatry, and I wonder whether that same diagnosis would be used today. This is not automatically the reaction of a schizophrenic. It’s somebody who is furious against the school.
That would be my first instinct. And I just wonder whether something had happened at the school that brought him back with huge anger.
It became very apparent that there was an element of homosexuality in his nature. Today, we all accept that and just leave it at that. It’s not a matter of consequence.
But I tell you, back in the 1960s, it was borderline illegal. And to be in the army with those inclinations is just unthinkable. And again, I go back to the Roman Catholic school and wonder what went on there.
I’ve seen two photos of Robert Mone. The first one is when he was still in the army in his army fatigues and beret, and he looks there a normal young man. There’s nothing there to indicate the violence that he’d been brought up with or the violence he would show later.
But when you look at a later mug shot of him after he’d been incarcerated, you can see almost the development of this psyche, this disturbed nature. He’s very blank-faced, but he’s kind of glaring very seriously at something in the outer distance. And there’s something about his look there that isn’t normal.
That is a sign of a disturbed individual. And you get this quite often, this sense of defiance in a criminal mugshot. And you get it with him very much.
But there’s also something very disturbing going on there. It’s the face of a man that I wouldn’t want to spend too much time with.
Robert Mone was charged with murder and various sexual assault charges against some of the girls. In time he was deemed to be insane and unfit to plead because the psychiatrists reckoned he had developed into a psychopath. And what happened was he was committed to what in Scotland we know as the state hospital.
He is a patient in there, and the idea was he would be in there probably for the rest of his life. But as events turn out, it was not going to be like that.
As Robert Mone sat out the years inside a secure unit, on the outside, his father, Sunny, was obsessing about his infamous murderous son. Sunny Mone should never have become a parent. You know, he’s the worst example of a father you can find.
If any of us committed a crime, our parents would be absolutely devastated. You know, embarrassed, kind of pretending they maybe they didn’t know us or trying to explain our behavior, apologizing for our behavior. Sunny takes the opposite tack.
You know, he’s there in the pub boasting about what his son has done. His son is famous.
Sunny Mone was a violent, brutal man that you didn’t step across. You certainly didn’t argue with him. He had a long history of violence, especially towards women.
Sunny Mone was thrilled to bits that his son was getting all the publicity for the cowardly murder of a pregnant teacher.
Sunny Mone was a hated figure in that community. Not just because he was a drunk and a thug, but because he was cocky and arrogant. He liked to show off the tattoo on his chest which had the letters IHS.
He said that stood for “In His Service,” an apparent reference to the devil. But his pride and joy that he really liked to show off was his penis that had the letters TNT engraved on it. Sunny Mone was a low-life, loathed local criminal.
With Sunny Mone bragging about his son’s wicked achievements on the outside, on the inside in Carstairs prison, Robert is about to send his father a message in the form of a very personal gift. A gift that would go on to play a crucial role in the horrors that were about to unfold.
He had to surrender all of his belongings. And one of them was this ring. But he didn’t want to give it up.
He wanted his dad to have it. So he gifted him this ring. And of course, Sunny loved it because that was a memory of his son, and he wore it with pride, and that was his undoing.
To Sunny, this ring kind of really defines what has happened. He’s very proud of what his son has done, and he says that his son was wearing the ring when he killed the teacher. So to him, this is kind of a murdering.
This is kind of like again part of the uniform you wear when you commit a murder. So just as Robert is in the army fatigues and sees this as his murder uniform, his father comes to see the ring as also being part of that uniform.
Robert would spend many years in the secure hospital unit at Carstairs, and by all accounts he was the model prisoner. And it would seem he even began to come to terms with his own sexuality, meeting a partner in love as well as crime. He forms a relationship, a sexual relationship with another inmate, a man called Thomas McCulloch, who was a would-be killer, a desperately violent and deranged man.
And together they forge a plan to break out.
They managed to acquire enough material to build a basic rope ladder. They stole implements from the theater workshop. They took an axe.
They had knives fashioned. And when the moment came, they made their exit. There were only two people left in the room with them.
One was another inmate, a man called Simpson, and the other was a prison warder. McCulloch and Mone attack them viciously, stabbing Simpson, the inmate, so badly that he’s going to die, and beating the prison warder up and attacking him so badly that he’s really, really badly injured.
And then they make their escape out of the hospital. And their plan was that Mone would lie in the road pretending to be injured and McCulloch would flag down a passing motorist and they would steal his car. And that’s what happened.
But just as they were getting to that point, up came two very brave police officers, and one got out, tried to stop it, and paid for that with his life.
Mone Jr. killed one police officer with an axe before taking a car. This was a chaotic roller coaster ride of violence to escape prison and almost gone a spree had there been more killed.
They got down to somewhere around Carlisle, and the size of the police operation was such that they were eventually cornered, and despite putting up something of a fight, they were overpowered and arrested. And I think the world should be grateful that despite the carnage they left behind them, the killing had stopped.
Both men were tried for murder. Both men were given life sentences. And this was a first in Scottish criminal history.
Both men were given indeterminate whole life sentences. One of those rare occasions when life would mean life.
And that might be where the story ends had it not been for Robert Mone’s father, Sunny, making a reappearance. With his son’s infamy now making headlines across Britain, Sunny Mone decided it was now time for him to steal the limelight and to do so in the bloodiest way imaginable.
In the coastal town of Dundee, Robert Mone had been in prison for life following a prison break and murder rampage that left three people dead. But not to be outdone, his father, Sunny, was looking to play a deadly game of one-upmanship with his boy.
This is where this story really kind of separates itself from many others. On looking at the news of his son’s escapades, his father seemed to think it was something to be proud of, that his son was achieving something that, providing he showed bravado and was acting almost indiscriminately as a killer, this seemed to satisfy some kind of pride in the father. He worshiped his son for all the killings that the son had done, and he was very proud of that.
But he was also very jealous of the fact that his son was getting all the publicity, horrific though that publicity was.
He’s supposed to be this big, hard, tough man in Dundee, but he hasn’t committed a murder. And so he starts thinking, well, I want to compete with this. I want to be more infamous than my son.
I want to be a serial killer, too.
Forensic psychologist Dr. Julian Boon has come across a similar competitive condition that psychologists and psychiatrists have identified. A condition that might have informed Sunny Mone’s deadly competitive spirit.
Back in the 1900s, there was a psychologist called Alfred Adler. He was the first to coin the expression the inferiority complex. So to take a basic example, the baby will watch his older brother or sister using a spoon and then wants to strive to use the spoon.
That’s the healthy state.
There are three ways in which that can go wrong. One is someone just simply chucks in the towel and says, “I can’t compete. I’m not going to.”
That would be for Alfred Adler a route toward depression. The second way is to say I am much better than everybody else and I don’t need to compete. That would be the root of narcissism.
But there’s a third route which is easily the most unhealthy of those three, where someone will simply say I am going to be better than somebody else. Now normally that would be the child in relation to the parent. But in this instance, it’s very clear that Sunny is a father who could only realize a material change to his own inferiority complex by emulating his son and would openly and repeatedly, it has been said, boast about it.
One of the most appalling aspects of this case is how coldly and clinically Sunny Mone decided he was going to turn to mass murder. Following his son’s escapades, he was somebody who was bragging in bars about “I can do better than that.” He was someone who was so insensitive to others that he was going to go out and equal or better what his son has done.
And you have to take those words “better” and just think what that means about this family setup and the way that they viewed life.
So he’s in a pub one night, and he’s literally there with his beer mat and a pen, writing down how many people that Robert has killed, and thought I need to go one better than this. And he calculated he needed to ππΎππ three people. Where am I going to get three people that I can ππΎππ in one easy swoop?
And he remembered poor old Aunt Aggie. His aunt lived in a building which was delightfully known as No Man’s Land because the letting system only allowed single women to occupy the premises. And he decided today is the day that Sunny Mone becomes at least as famous as my boy Bobby.
So he is deliberately choosing weaker people who he thinks he can ππΎππ easily. So in that sense he starts off the same as his son who targeted girls and a female teacher. He thinks women will be easier to overcome.
And he goes out and strangles three in one day.
The horrific series of murders all took place within 30 minutes. But the crimes would go uncovered for almost two days.
In January 1979, Dundee police get a routine missing person’s report about a 78-year-old woman. She’s not been seen at her home block of flats in a fairly rundown area for several days. So police went round and they looked in the flat.
There was no sign of anything untoward. There was just no sign of Agnes. But it was cold.
There was snow on the ground, and they were worried. So they organized a local search. They also decided they needed to search the other flats in the block.
And they knocked on each one’s door, and they found that everyone was there and no one had seen or heard anything suspicious. But there was one flat where no one answered the door and the curtains were drawn.
Police finally broke in, and the tableau that met their eyes was like something out of a horror movie. The stench of decaying bodies was horrific. They found three bodies.
Agnes, another 70-year-old resident from another flat, and a young woman in her 30s whose flat it was. And it was very evident that they had been dead for several days.
They say it’s the most violent assault evidence that they’ve seen. The poor people have been beaten to a pulp. He’s rounded up these three old ladies, although one was younger, two elderly ladies and one younger, and literally beaten them up.
Sunny commits crimes with an unusual and excessive level of violence. There’s no need to be as violent as he was towards these women. So he killed them by strangling them with stockings, but he also commits other violence on them.
He punches them. He beats them. It’s such an unnecessary level of violence.
You know, there’s killing and there’s killing the Sunny Mone way. And his way is just completely unnecessary.
He didn’t want to go out and face up to a police officer as his son had done. He was somebody who had that kind of cowardly streak that some bullies have, and perhaps in the way that his son had told the teacher to turn around, he picked on elderly people and someone who was actually just there in the room. He did not relish a challenge.
He went the easy route. And so long as he ticked the box of killing three people, he was content that he was better than his son.
In the aftermath of the murders, police had no idea who could have carried out such a horrific series of killings. And Sunny Mone was enjoying the feeling that he’d got away with murder. He was assisted by the fact that police forensics was still in its infancy.
And there was little trace of the killer to be found at the crime scene. This was in a time way before there was any DNA evidence. There obviously was fingerprint evidence at the time, but I think so much more is known now than there was then.
But the police did have one compelling piece of evidence that they believed could lead them to the murderer of the three women. One of the victims had a very distinctive mark on her face, on her cheek, where a ring had punched her. And they knew that if they could find which ring matched that impression on the face, they would have their murderer.
Way back early 1900s, Sir Edmund Locard developed the principle that every contact leaves a trace. And in this case, it very much did. We often refer to it or rely on that for fingerprint, blood, etc.
, but in this case, it really was every contact. The contact this time was the impression of the ring in the face.
So what the police did, having seen this impression in this poor lady’s face, they got much like a photofit of a face. They did the same with the ring. They made an artist impression of it and got the photographs, and they took them round to pubs and places to find out if anybody recognized it.
And more and more people were pointing the finger at the same person. They recognized it as belonging to Sunny Mone.
The evidence presented by the ring would lead the police to Sunny Mone, but he was determined to stay one step ahead of the law and, unlike his son, stay out of prison.
In Dundee, psychopathic serial killer Sunny Mone has so far evaded arrest by the police, but a piece of evidence left at the crime scene could prove to be his undoing. Police bring Mone in for questioning on two factors. One, that people had pointed to him as being the wearer of this ring, and two, because he had been boasting that he wanted to do something that would be one up on his son.
So those two factors meant that it was okay to bring him in. Let’s ask him a few questions.
And when they brought him in, obviously the first thing they’re going to look at is his hands. No ring. Where was it?
And when he’s questioned, he doesn’t deny the killings. He just refuses to discuss them. What he actually says is, “I just want to be with my son.
If I was with my son in prison, I’d look after him. I’d get him all the drink and drugs he wants.”
He’s trying to recreate himself as this caring father. He cares only about poor Robert, who’s locked up inside. He wants to be with him in prison so he can look after him.
And it’s a really kind of perverse repositioning of his relationship. He’s been such a bad father. He’s given his son such a bad upbringing.
But in his mind now, he is this fantastic father.
All of this pointed at Sunny Mone as the murderer of those three women. Those three women who had died by strangulation, having been beaten bloody. But it wasn’t enough.
They needed evidence. He was able to say that he had an alibi, an alibi that was eventually not sustained. But even that was not quite enough because he was quite clever.
He said, “Yes, I was in the house. We were all having a drink. Everything was fine.”
When the police examined the scene of the crime, there was no other evidence there. And obviously people are pointing towards Sunny, but it seemed a bit strange because it was his aunt that had been murdered. So really, why would he do that?
He had no motive to murder his aunt. And then also the fact that when they’re talking to him, he isn’t wearing this ring. So that’s another thing that makes them think, well, it’s obviously not him that did it.
There wasn’t enough evidence to charge Sunny Mone. The police needed one last piece of the jigsaw. Sometime later, a couple of police officers are walking down the street and coming towards them is Sunny Mone.
And they look, and what do you know? He’s wearing the ring.
He just knew it was evidence against him. He’d taken it off when he went to see the police the first time, but he just couldn’t quite get rid of it because it was such a powerful thing for him. This is a symbol of kind of a success.
This is what his son wore to commit murder. This is what he’s worn to commit murder. It’s almost like a killer’s trophy.
Normally, you would get the killer collecting a trophy from his victim, but in Sunny’s crimes, his trophy is from his son and from his actual action of killing. So he’s kept it on as his own trophy.
Sunny is so emotionless and so lacking in any sense of remorse or awareness of what he’s done. He can pretend he hasn’t done anything because he’s not feeling the same emotions that anyone else would. And he’s unaware of the fact that the overkill, if you like, the excessive violence he displayed towards these women he’s killed is actually what’s going to get him, because he’s wearing this ring that has left an imprint on victim’s faces.
So he’s not a clever killer in that sense. He’s killed for the sake of killing, but he’s not clever about it.
The fact that Mone was caught, if you like, with the concrete evidence of having the ring his son had given him, which left an imprint on one of the victim’s faces, was probably one of those sort of touch-and-go things where he was going to get away with it and then, well, he really wanted to be caught. He wanted to, as it were, be acknowledged for what he’d done. And you couldn’t do that if you’d managed to escape justice.
So maybe he put the ring back on in order to secure his conviction.
When police checked, when forensics experts checked, it matched exactly the marks on the victim’s faces. What’s more, embedded in it were flecks of blood from blood group A, and that matched the blood group of two of the victims. Now the police had the lock.
Now they had the evidence against Sunny Mone that would send him to prison for life.
So this really highlights that if there is a piece of evidence that is going to incriminate you, you need to get rid of it. And he just didn’t because he loved it so much. Had he got rid of that ring and not had it, there was no other evidence that would have incriminated him.
It was all down to that ring.
He was charged. He was tried. And the judge, who was plainly appalled by the man in the dock, sentenced him to life with a minimum of 15 years.
Sunny Mone was as cocky as ever. He looked at the judge and says, “Do you mind backdating that?” And then as the police officers tried to take him away, he fought them in the dock as they dragged him off to the cells.
The feeling you’re left with with the cases of Robert and Sunny Mone is that they are completely senseless. You can’t understand them. These were innocent people just going about their lives who were killed by two very, very dysfunctional men for reasons of competition between the two of them, for grievances that we can’t understand and that they couldn’t have understood.
And so this is a very, very disturbing case because it doesn’t follow the usual rules. You can’t understand why these men killed or why they killed the people they chose.
I’ll tell you this. There is no self-respecting sewage system in the world that would allow Mone and Son to be flushed down it.
Robert has made various claims over the years that he’s a reformed character, that he’s been rehabilitated, but there’s never been much or any evidence of that, and certainly it’s not been believed by parole boards or prison officers. So he’s still in prison years later, and it’s basically the best place for him to be. More than 50 years on, people do remember this case, and they cannot believe that anyone like Robert Mone could ever possibly be released.
To have this father-son combination, to have this jealousy, this kind of trying to outdo this kind of thing, is fairly unique. You do get killing couples. You get that, but you very rarely get this father-son combined to form, as it were, two entirely killing scenarios.
Pretty much unique and a pretty awful pair of individuals.
When Sunny Mone went to jail, he ended up in Aberdeen prison, and he very quickly was venting his sexual lust on young prisoners, and other convicts in there just did not like it. Once in prison, Sunny Mone quickly found out that the violent notoriety he prided would be his downfall. He did enjoy the notoriety and the arrogance of the man.
When he was warned that a particular prisoner had it in for him and was going to do him in, he said, “I’ll take care of that.” I think that tells you all you need to know about Robert Sunny Senior. I for one am not going to shed any tears of sadness over his demise.
Their dark fame won this father and son killing couple many enemies. Robert Mone continues to languish in prison. And Sunny met an even deadlier match whilst behind bars.
After just three years in prison, he was stabbed to death by a fellow inmate. A bloody and undignified end to a life lived in much the same way.
